The Ludicrous Collection

My Wall

I was looking at my wall. Most people would say that a wall is super boring and you should spend your time doing something else. 

“Go play with your brothers,” my mom would say. 

“Come eat, dinner’s ready.” 

Sometimes I just want to look at my rather strange wall, okay! 

This wall wasn’t boring, it had something different to it. In fact, I believe it had a face. Eyes, a nose, a mouth. It moved around all over my room. Sometimes it was with the window. 

Sometimes it was trying to eat my bed. 

So, I stared at it. I stared at it and sometimes even talked to it. 

“What are you doing in my room, wall monster, sir?” I asked one day. 

“Oh, I’m just looking for somewhere to make a friend. No one ever likes me.” His voice was growly, but soft. 

I gasped, “that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do! I try to become friends with the birds, but they always fly away before I can have a conversation with them.”

“How rude!” The wall monster replied. 

“I know, right! I ended up giving up. I accepted my fate and realized that I’m not supposed to have friends.” 

“Well,” the wall monster began, “my name is Kersplash.”

“I’m Sophie,” I reached my hand out to shake his, but then I realized that he didn’t have any hands. “Oh, silly me,” I laughed, “a face can’t have hands.” 

“Here, shake this instead,” he stuck his tongue out. 

I laughed, shaking his tongue. “Thank you, Kersplash. I’m very glad you’re my friend.” I leaned against the wall as if we were best buds already. 

“Me too,” his growly voice said. 

And so I became friends with my wall. Maybe he was there, but maybe I was just insane.